I do believe I've discovered the most useless product on the planet: A pair of gloves that you can slip on but can't pull off without shredding your hands to bloody ribbons. They're just under $1,000.00 at this site, so be sure and stock up. Keep some on hand (no pun intended) for friends and family. They'll remember your kindness.

It seems like the future of television and movies is just the past of television. In the 1970s/1980s we had: Battlestar Galactica, Dallas, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Transformers, and The Smurfs. Now we have at the movies and on television: Battlestar Galactica, Dallas, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Transformers, and The Smurfs.

It seems like the future of television and movies is just the past of television. In the 1970s/1980s we had: Battlestar Galactica, Dallas, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Transformers, and The Smurfs. Now we have at the movies and on television: Battlestar Galactica, Dallas, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Transformers, and The Smurfs.

Oh, God.

So in 2020 we can expect to see at nearby theaters:
* Survivor: The Movie
* The Bachelor Movie
* American Idol: The Movie
And, if course,
* Cavalcade of Infomercials

I've been working on my music library and I've run into an issue concerning musical genres. While doing research into musical genres, I was struck that there doesn't seem to be an objective way to determine which genre a song belongs to. It seems that the genre the song belongs to depends on what you think it sounds like, if you think it sounds like a rock song then it's a rock song.

Then there's the confusion of songs that seems to be in multiple genres. An example of this is the album "Bach Meets The Beatles" by John Bayless, an album of Beatles songs done in the style of Johann Sebastian Bach. An example:

In this case would the song be classified as pop or rock because that was the genre of the original song or would it be classical because of what it sounds like?

She strutted into my office wearing a dress that clung to her like Saran Wrap to a sloppily butchered pork knuckle, bone and sinew jutting and lurching asymmetrically beneath its folds, the tightness exaggerating the granularity of the suet and causing what little palatable meat there was to sweat, its transparency the thief of imagination. — Chris Wieloch, Brookfield, WI